The Unsung Song~One Shot Wednesday

Once again I have found myself running to some old favorites for inspiration.  I picked the painting, let my pen go, and this is the result.  Hoping the awesome folks over at Oneshot Wednesday have had some better luck than I, and I am looking forward to a wonderful evening of reading ahead of me compliments of Onestop Poetry.

The Unsung Song

Histories are forever waiting to be written

By the victors of battles waged

Steal the pen to salute the one

Who has the song

To yet be sung.

Warriors are forever ready to do battle

War painted like Picasso

Fighting through Cubism

When he had the song

To yet be sung

Women are forever ready to love

And sometimes don't survive it

Hoping only to tell the tale

The melody of a song

Yet to be sung.

Men forever fumble to protect

In haste, but so endearing

Their Picasso War paint smeared

In their hurry to sing the song

That has yet been sung.

The Earth cries out in anger

Against the abuse

Our mere existence brings

And thus brings forth the starting note

Of the song that has yet to be sung.



Old Guitarist
Picasso



“Everyone wants to understand art. Why don’t we try to understand the song of a bird? Why do we love the night, the flowers, everything around us, without trying to understand them? But in the case of a painting, people think they have to understand. If only they would realize above all that an artist works of necessity, that he himself is only an insignificant part of the world, and that no more importance should be attached to him than to plenty of other things which please us in the world though we can’t explain them; people who try to explain pictures are usually barking up the wrong tree.” - Picasso